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I do. But I won’t.

When I don’t speak, he covers my mouth as he thrusts harder and harder, his pelvis hitting my ass like an earthquake. Tears sting at my eyes as I’m taken over with a toxic mix of pain and pleasure, wrapped up in one powerful exchange.

“You’re gonna take my cum, bitch. I sure hope you’re on birth control. Don’t really wanna breed a whore like you.”

Thankfully, I am, but I’m not giving him that comfort.

Just as Asher lets out a huge grunt, my orgasm sneaks up and knocks the wind out of me. I shriek in pleasure before everything tightens and my pussy explodes into contractions, pulling Asher’s cock and cum deeper into me as he slows to a steady crawl. Once he’s rode out his orgasm, I’ve done about the same, and he stops. He takes in a deep breath and rolls off me onto the other side of the bed.

I close my eyes as relief floods my body, making every inch of me tingle right down to my fingers and toes.

Asher’s still and quiet beside me. When I crack my eyes open, he’s on his back, his face turned to me, and his eyes shut.

When his eyes open again, they’re gentle as they study me. When they lock on mine, fear overtakes me, and tears begin to spill softly down my cheeks.

But it’s not him I’m afraid of.

He reaches out and cups my cheek in a firm, possessive hold, using his thumb to stroke my temple, such a delicate, fragile area. “You’re so pretty when you cry.”

Those words break something inside me and make my already overwhelmed pussy throb.

“Stay here,” he says sternly before getting up.

He freezes. Because after that absurd pounding he rained on me, his leg is bound to give him trouble. For some reason, I find myself turning around and settling on my side, looking away from the door, giving him privacy to get up and move. It’s a small mercy from me, one he won’t return.

Once I hear him exit the room, another door opens and closes, and I realize he must be in the bathroom. Without giving it much thought, I leap to my feet, yank my pants back on, and hightail it out of there.

Chapter 11

Asher

Ishouldn’t be surprised that she took off. I thought she was depleted enough that she wouldn’t move. Was pride, fear, or disgust that made her run? I did want to make sure she was okay, so I sent her a bait text, and she responded positively to it.

Asher: Can’t follow simple orders? You’ll be punished for that next time.

Lila: Bring. It. On. Dickbag.

Whatever this weird fucking tango this is that we’re doing, it’s entertaining at the very least. At best, it’s the most devious fun I’ve had in a long time. Punishing Sunshine when she’s being a total cunt with sex that she can just barely handle is waking a sleeping dragon.

I’ve never tolerated crap from women. When they become too much to handle and not worth the effort for the pussy, I walk. But thisbitch… I can’t stop. She enrages me like no other woman I’ve ever met because she refuses to fucking fold. So I’ve made a decision. I’m going to push her as far as we can go. As far as she’ll allow me to take her.

And then beyond.

When I check my email, I have a reply from Morgan, the designer.

Morgan: No shade to your personal design choice. This sounds like a fun project. I have lots of availability this week if you’re around.

Asher: Name your price to do the whole thing tomorrow.

The number he returns with is probably a joke, but I hold him to it. Even without work for the last three months, I’m doing okay financially.

Asher: Done. Send me an invoice. I’ll see you here at 10am. Don’t be late.

It’s my move, Sunshine.

Morgan arrives right on time in the morning. Sunshine’s SUV is gone, so she must be gone for the day.

“Who’s that?” Bane asks as I head for the back door with a crooked stride.

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